Unparalleled Emperor

Crossing the battlefield of a million miles, shouting and killing the sound, the Terran warriors are fierce and fierce, and continue to crush the depths of the battlefield!

The Mozu lost three strong players in succession, which led to the Devil's arrogance falling into the bottom of the valley. A large number of creatures fled in the throne, and the Terran warriors were like dragons and tigers, screaming and screaming. .:.

This momentum is too vast, and the millions of troops of the Terran Alliance are rampant all the way. The army of the demons who killed the gang has lost its armor, and the blood flows long and the mountains are like mountains!

"Ha ha ha, happy, too happy, never hurt so much!"

"The Mozambican Million Army is just like this. The brothers kill, and they will kill all the millions of troops!"

This series of battles is rare in a decade, and many of the strongest players on the battlefield are screaming and murderous.

Even with the passage of time, more and more battlefield powerhouses have joined, and there are strong players in the remaining theaters to catch up with the system, and continue to come to support!

This kind of fighting has spread too much. If it lasts for one day, the battle is afraid to surge to an extremely horrible level!

"Follow me!"

Dao Ling punched a large group of demons and leaped forward. The trips were earth-shattering, the landslides and tsunami, and the endless blood rushed out of his treasure.

Tian Ge is across the sky, the mighty, the eruption is smashing and murderous, aiming at the demon leader!

The demon leader has been devastated, and the generals in the third theater have a strong fighting power, and the repressed demon leaders must drink and hate here.

"not good!"

The demon's commander was terrible, and almost scared to fall to the ground. This is not a chaos to the treasure. The Jinwu furnace is also mad, and the smoldering flames are smoldering, and a golden ugly inside the furnace wall is filled with shocking air.

"Who is this woman?" The general of the third theater is somewhat suspicious. This Yanmeng rain is also the striker of the Warrior Temple, but her breath seems to be a bit scary.

Yan Mengyu's body burns a layer of golden fire, especially in her body, it seems that there is a golden day burning, but this golden day is too horrible.

In the big day, it is like a golden sea of ​​fire. There are Suzaku humming inside, and the phoenix flies, there are various visions, and even a fuzzy figure sits inside.

Dao Ling estimated that Yan Mengyu realized a good sense of righteousness, but he felt that the product of the dreams of the dreams was too horrible, more horrible than any of his ignorance!

"Great leader!"

The group of devils resentful, this is the three major treasures of the pressure, Jinwu Shen furnace high hanging Tianyu blockade Tianzhu, Tian Ge arrogant and stabbed to the head of the Mozu commander, the generals of the third theater is also playing chaos to treasure Lock the chest of the Mozu commander.

"kill!"

Dao Ling Yang Tian screamed, smashed 18 dozens of violent evolution, the cosmic secret map spewed infinite beam, directly to the demon lord on the spot to kill!

The Mozu camp is in turmoil, I don’t know how many souls are mournful, and the three chaos and treasures are jointly murdered. Who can hold this offensive!

The Mozu has a lot of chaos and treasures, but now it has to fall into the hands of one person.

"The generals, this treasure belongs to you!" Dao Ling did not dare to greedy, the Mozu commander itself was heavily wounded, all from the hands of the generals, although the Dao Ling is the shock, but the battle monument will not Reward him for too much warfare.

Even this chaos is the treasure, Dao Ling has a full three, and there is a sacred master.

"Deputy, you will return to the third theater quickly!" The generals in the third theater sighed and said: "The three great treasures are different, the longer the time is delayed, the devils must know the matter, they will be desperate, compared with the gains and losses, the human race The high-level leaders of the alliance are afraid that they will not make a big move in a short period of time."

The generals are very clear. After all, the harvest is the object of the Mozu. To purify the magical use, the cost is very high, because it requires the presence of the Emperor.

The heart of the tomb is sinking, and the general’s words are very reasonable. It is purely an accident that he can harvest these three treasures, and he is obsessed with eighteen dozens!

"The monkey brother's school is really terrifying!"

When Dao Ling wanted to withdraw, his face changed wildly, and even the entire battlefield was silent, and countless monks were shuddering, feeling that it was a great disaster!

"This kind of air machine?" Dao Ling was sweating and blowing, this is the breath of the imperial soldiers!

"It was guessed by the big black." The mind of Dao Ling was tense. When he came, he deduced all the consequences. The Mozu lost the Promise Beads, fearing that he would invite the Emperor to attack the magical battlefield!

"I finally got out!" Dao Ling's fists clenched, and the troops were sent out. The elders in the Senate are bound to go out!

For now, the Mozu do not know that Dao Ling has won the Promise Beads, and the tyrants are arrogant.

The periphery of the magical battlefield is a vast and endless territory. It is too far apart, and it is impossible to see clearly. Power can't do it.

However, now it is dark and inky, and the yin is rolling, just like the door of the nine secluded area is opened, and the power of the black sea of ​​horror is raging!

"Boom!"

The great universe has been riddled with riddled holes, the cosmic stars have been drowned, and the starry sky has been collapsed by the living pressure!

This is a sacred furnace, dark as ink, densely patterned, it is blooming, the gods are vast, like the sea, defeating the big universe, and spraying out the horrible temperament!

The **** furnace is hung high at the end of the battlefield of the gods, but it screams and screams, and the whole gods and battlefields follow the shaking!

What a horrible force? Too amazing, even if the power is trembled, the soul wants to collapse under the polar soldiers!

"The poles of the emperor!" The generals of the third theater screamed: "How dare the Da people do this, not afraid of violating the contract!"

The magical battlefield does not allow for great power to enter, and it is not allowed to enter the battlefield of the gods. This is a contract, and the race does not dare to violate it!

"Quickly retreat, the Yi people play the poles of the soldiers!"

"Impossible, there is a cosmic contract constraint, and the Yi people can't beat the poles and the soldiers to the battlefield!"

"Yes, even if the tyrants really hit out. www.wuxiaspot.com~ With his strength, it is impossible to reverse the rules of the universe, unless a great emperor shoots out the poles!"

The whole frying pan, of course, is so, but the endless monks are madly retreating!

The generals are still calm, because there have been great invaders in the battlefield of the gods, but even here, even if they are powerful, they don’t dare to kill one more, because the cosmic constraints are terrible, and the more cosmic pressures are killed. The more horrible, the more powerful it has ever been!

At the end of the battlefield of the gods, a shadow of horror came over, and the eyebrows of the eyebrows opened hundreds of thousands of black lightnings. This is the sect of the tyrant, and he is holding the priests!

"The Promise Bead must be obtained. According to the news that I broke the avatar, although the Promise Beads disappeared, but the only way to live in the Buddhist temple, we must suppress this sub-!"

The breath of the tyrant is getting more and more horrible. He blends with the priests and soldiers, and sees the endless mountains and rivers, locking a shadow beyond the endless space!

"The ants, whether or not you get the princes, you are going to die!"

The black-and-white furnace blooms hundreds of millions of beams, and the shining universe will be cracked. This furnace is sprayed with endless black light, radiating out!

The magical battlefield trembled fiercely, and it seemed that it could not withstand the attack of the Emperor!

Dao Ling’s breathing was extremely heavy, and he felt that the emperor had locked his air.

"This world is gradually aging, the rules of the universe are afraid that it is extremely difficult to survive the power of the Taiyin God!"

"This is the Taiyin God Furnace!" Dao Ling was very surprised. The Taiyin God Furnace and the Sun God Furnace were all the oldest polar soldiers. They came to the head very much, but Dao Ling did not expect the Taiyin Temple to be in the hands of the Yi people.

The Taiyin **** furnace broke out hundreds of millions of gods, and the battlefield of the gods and gods will collapse. It is like a giant **** in the open age, wanting to collapse the entire magical battlefield!